
My best friend. My life thus far spent with you is longer than my life spent without you. You mean the world to me and it kills me inside that every day we spend together brings us closer to one less day I'll have with out you. You've been with me through some of the most difficult and saddest days I've ever experienced. I've been with you for many of yours. But there have been happy ones, too. I'll never forget that day when I was 13 years old, in my bedroom closet, you in a fortress of towels. You were in labor and would cry if you so much as thought I was about to leave the room. I felt so needed that day.
People often ask how I could be so attached to such a fat, lazy dumb animal. "Just a cat". You're not just a cat. You're my baby, my best friend, MY cat. I've yelled at you, I've disciplined you, I abandoned you with my mom for awhile, and because of that, you were severely injured, you got infections and diseases that still inconvenience you to this day and for that I'll always be sorry. Through all of that, you still love me. If I lose my temper, all I need to do is hold you close and scratch your back and all is forgiven. I can enter a room and sit by your side, and you'll immediately begin to purr. I don't need to touch you or even look at you. Just being near me is enough for you.
I don't know how many more years we have together, but it will never be enough. I'm just happy that I've grown up now and can properly care for you so that the rest of your life can be as happy as possible. You've given so much to me. You know when I'm sad, and you know how to cheer me up. I have to keep you off my lap while I try to type this. You don't speak English, and I don't speak cat, but somehow we speak the same language. You understand me better than most people can. "Just a cat". Just my cat. My perfect, beautiful, flawed but precious cat.
I love you, Dorito. <3
I did this as a warm up before working on a commission tonight. I left out the left hand on purpose because I couldn't get it to look right.
People often ask how I could be so attached to such a fat, lazy dumb animal. "Just a cat". You're not just a cat. You're my baby, my best friend, MY cat. I've yelled at you, I've disciplined you, I abandoned you with my mom for awhile, and because of that, you were severely injured, you got infections and diseases that still inconvenience you to this day and for that I'll always be sorry. Through all of that, you still love me. If I lose my temper, all I need to do is hold you close and scratch your back and all is forgiven. I can enter a room and sit by your side, and you'll immediately begin to purr. I don't need to touch you or even look at you. Just being near me is enough for you.
I don't know how many more years we have together, but it will never be enough. I'm just happy that I've grown up now and can properly care for you so that the rest of your life can be as happy as possible. You've given so much to me. You know when I'm sad, and you know how to cheer me up. I have to keep you off my lap while I try to type this. You don't speak English, and I don't speak cat, but somehow we speak the same language. You understand me better than most people can. "Just a cat". Just my cat. My perfect, beautiful, flawed but precious cat.
I love you, Dorito. <3
I did this as a warm up before working on a commission tonight. I left out the left hand on purpose because I couldn't get it to look right.
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People who have never had a cat, or a pet in general, will never understand the kind of bond that forms with them from the beginning. They can soothe your heart and soul, and all they ask for in return is just love. It's impossible to explain or describe a bond like this unless you've experienced it yourself.
It's simply a beautiful thing.
It's simply a beautiful thing.
Cats are such amazing animals, the bond you form with them is so very genuine. Our cat Simon may be a tad lazy, quite overweight, and sometimes a jerk to the other two kitties here, but he's the best fatty ginger kittie. Knowing that he wouldn't have been alive today if we hadn't adopted him from the shelter makes me want to cuddle him even more - he had a terrible infection in his mouth and the shelter couldn't pay for the many surgeries.
Amazing piece and terrific description, every cat owner should recognise just about everything you said.
Amazing piece and terrific description, every cat owner should recognise just about everything you said.
I feel so stupid, but I actually cried a little when I read this. I just fought to keep my cat, who I've had for 7 years. When my boyfriend just up and left, I lost the house and had to move in with my dad, and my step-mom is highly allergic. Mom couldn't keep Kitten because her new boyfriend's dog is trained to kill cats. So I had to fight with my dad, who kept telling me it was "just a cat" and I could get another one. I did eventually get to keep her, and she's making my life wonderful every day. (Except this morning when she woke me up after 4 hours of sleep..but that's beside the point.) I love her to death. She's a total sweetheart, and she's attatched to me. She wouldn't of done well if we tried to put her up for adoption. Too many medical problems, and she's not social enough with people other than myself.
I'm so happy you were able to keep her. ;_; I get so upset when I hear about stories like that that end differently. Jason, my fiance, is allergic to cats, but he loves them as much as I do, so he puts up with it. He's the reason I left Dorito with my mom for awhile. She had issues with carpet and he didn't want her ruining his carpet. I couldn't take being away from her any longer, so I begged him to let me bring her home. I'm so glad I did because within days of her being with us, I noticed she was leaking a clear fluid from her side/leg. I took her to the vet and it turns out she had bite wounds that were infected. If she had stayed with my mom, it could've spread and she could've gotten very sick, maybe even died.. My mom doesn't really notice issues with animals unless they're dying in front of her face. I'm so thankful to have Dorito here with me now.
I think the situations are really similar with us, when I think about it. We've both had them for a while, they've both had medical issues from being stuck at our mom's, and they're both.. kinda chubby. > x>
My baby actually lost a ton of weight really quickly because mom wasn't feeding her between my old house and dad's house, so now she's got really loose skin on the bottom of her belly that just kinda dangles. Luckily, she's longhaired so you can't really tell unless you pet her belly.
BUT YEAH, I don't think anyone can.. really understand the bond like this unless it's happened to them before. They aren't just cats, pets.. They're our children, and you can't just tell a mother to get rid of their child.
My baby actually lost a ton of weight really quickly because mom wasn't feeding her between my old house and dad's house, so now she's got really loose skin on the bottom of her belly that just kinda dangles. Luckily, she's longhaired so you can't really tell unless you pet her belly.
BUT YEAH, I don't think anyone can.. really understand the bond like this unless it's happened to them before. They aren't just cats, pets.. They're our children, and you can't just tell a mother to get rid of their child.
My mom also wasn't feeding Dorito well. She's poor so when they ran out of money, it would go toward human food and the cats would have to wait until they had money again. Dorito developed an obsession with food and when she moved in with us, she ballooned to 15 pounds. I've been working really hard to get her down to a better weight, but out other cats eat dry food, so if she gets a hold of it, it undoes my work so very quickly. I wont give up though, because I've seen such a dramatic change in her for the better as she's lost weight, and she deserves to be healthy. It's my fault she got this way and I need to get her at least close to where she was. She's not a young active kitten anymore, but she's still a bit heavier than I'd like her to be.
Ugh, fuck, the tears. >_<
This is the exact same bond I had with my Amber, who passed away July of 2012. I still can't think about her without the tears instantly coming to my eyes. It's still hard living without her, all these months later. =<
I wish you and Dorito YEARS of happiness. Days with with sun and no rain, dreams with no regrets, and laughter instead of tears. And when time inevitably runs out, that you have an ENTIRE lifetime of so much love and togetherness to reflect back on with a bittersweet smile to soothe the pain. It's all any animal parent can ever wish for.
It's unfair that unlike normal parents, we'll always outlive our own children ... and it's terribly painful each and every time. But I'd let my heart be broken a thousand times before I ever stop bringing the love of an animal back into my life, time and time again.
No regrets. Just happy memories.
May you and Dorito's lives be filled with such memories for as long as you both shall live. =3
This is the exact same bond I had with my Amber, who passed away July of 2012. I still can't think about her without the tears instantly coming to my eyes. It's still hard living without her, all these months later. =<
I wish you and Dorito YEARS of happiness. Days with with sun and no rain, dreams with no regrets, and laughter instead of tears. And when time inevitably runs out, that you have an ENTIRE lifetime of so much love and togetherness to reflect back on with a bittersweet smile to soothe the pain. It's all any animal parent can ever wish for.
It's unfair that unlike normal parents, we'll always outlive our own children ... and it's terribly painful each and every time. But I'd let my heart be broken a thousand times before I ever stop bringing the love of an animal back into my life, time and time again.
No regrets. Just happy memories.
May you and Dorito's lives be filled with such memories for as long as you both shall live. =3
Once they're past 2-3 it gets pretty difficult to tell. Dorito is no younger than 12 years old. I only know because she came into my possession when I was 11 years old, which was almost 12 years ago, and she was certainly not a tiny kitten at the time. She's anywhere from 12-13 I think. Considering the rough life she's had, I'd be surprised if she made it past 15. Here's to hoping though! Maybe all the extra effort I'm putting in at the end here will be worth something. She's strictly indoor, happy as can be, fed a top notch raw diet, flea free drowning in toys.
Very beautiful and heartfelt. After I lost my favorite cat I've honestly been too afraid to get another. Losing her really did leave a gap, but I also have a lot of very happy memories I get to go over in my head every now and then. I'm glad you have a friend like that either way, because it's a beautiful thing. :)
I dunno how I missed this in my submissions, but I bawled before I even read it... I miss my dear Squeak more than words can say; she had a long, happy life before cancer claimed her. I still cherish every day we had together... Like Dorito, Squeak was my baby, my best friend, my cat... I hope you guys have many more happy years together - this tugged at my heart so much.. It's absolutely beautiful. ;-;
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